11-23-2018, 08:42 AM
Earphones nestled in both ears, the sound of drums signalling movement. Muscles flexed, he draws his arm back before striking his fist against the punching bag that resonates backwards. It swings from its confines before he rears his left, thudding the material to the beat of the music. Sweat lines his forehead as he re-adjusts his stance, sucking in a hot breath before moving another round. He counts in fours, continuing with hit after hit and then taking a break to fix the bandages that coil about his knuckles, wrapping and coiling them. His heart his racing, eyes stern when he looks towards the time. Once again he has let his emotions possess him, anger channeled through unarmed strikes in hope to release the unwanted energy. Bakugou uncaps his water bottle, drinking and crunching the plastic with a tight grip before unlocking his phone. He swipes to a notification, wincing at the bright light of his device before dismissing it. There is nothing of interest, the male grasping his towel and wiping his face before giving up and moving to take a shower.
By the time the blonde finishes, he sits at his couch, feet over his coffee table. He doesn't move to turn on the television or look at his phone, simply staring off into the nothingness. Although droplets appear between the strands of his hair, hard gaze focused whilst he thinks quietly to himself. In his right hand, Bakugou spins a pen aimlessly, throwing and catching it every now and then to mix it up. He has no reason to go out today and he doesn't plan to do any further boxing. His knuckles are red from the force of his punches, his biceps sore. Anger only tires him as the adolescent sighs in frustration, plopping an earphone in one of his ears as he searches through a variety of songs on his phone. He just needs something to distract himself, let his hours pass as he rots in place, doing nothing of use and fade into the background. With his current mood, he simply doesn't expect visitors to knock on his door or anyone to search for him.
By the time the blonde finishes, he sits at his couch, feet over his coffee table. He doesn't move to turn on the television or look at his phone, simply staring off into the nothingness. Although droplets appear between the strands of his hair, hard gaze focused whilst he thinks quietly to himself. In his right hand, Bakugou spins a pen aimlessly, throwing and catching it every now and then to mix it up. He has no reason to go out today and he doesn't plan to do any further boxing. His knuckles are red from the force of his punches, his biceps sore. Anger only tires him as the adolescent sighs in frustration, plopping an earphone in one of his ears as he searches through a variety of songs on his phone. He just needs something to distract himself, let his hours pass as he rots in place, doing nothing of use and fade into the background. With his current mood, he simply doesn't expect visitors to knock on his door or anyone to search for him.